My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 890

Sean had already thought about it. If the Fletcher Family wants somebody to pay for Irene’s life, I will offer myself. Sophia is the victim, but she is also the one taking the blame now. I am the true murderer here, yet I’m not thing but a coward.

Cooper doesn’t blame me, nor does Sophia, and because of that, the guilt is just eating me up.

I am afraid not because I’ve killed a person, but because I’ve killed a member of the Fletcher Family. And it so happens that Stanley is a Fletcher. I am sure that the Fletchers would look into this matter. In that case, I will be on the opposite side of Stanley.

The worst fear in my life is to be on opposite sides from Stanley.

Stanley had gone to the site with Cooper earlier, and he had witnessed the scene. The whole floor was covered with gasoline, and he saw a lighter there that could have easily been ignited. He also saw Sophia, who was waiting for her death, being tied to the pole.

If we had arrived a moment later, we might have witnessed a charred body tied to the pole. The rope was made with a special material for military use, and only Irene would have been able to secure that. If the gasoline had been ignited, Sophia would have been burned alive because she couldn’t move at all. In fact, she couldn’t have struggled at all. What a cruel way to die!

Stanley patted Sean’s shoulder. “My heart aches because I don’t understand how the kind and innocent Irene I knew turned out like that. However, it is undeniable that she brought this to herself. The Fletcher Family understands this as well, and they wouldn’t demand for someone to atone for her death.”

“But…” Sean recalled the interview on the news he watched today. “Didn’t the Fletcher Family ask Uncle Cooper for an explanation?”

Stanley chuckled in amusement when he heard that. “The Fletcher Family isn’t concerned about this matter at all. They are merely interested in one of Uncle Cooper’s fighter jet’s stealth technology, and so they just wanted to take advantage of the situation.”

Sean was stumped when he heard that, but he didn’t respond in the end. He needed time to accept the reality that he had murdered Irene.

Sean felt much better after some reassurance from Stanley, and he felt relieved.

Ever since he was a child, Sean would hide in the room to cry in secret whenever he was upset about something.

Usually, children would cry at the top of their lungs while deliberately howling somewhere with people present. As for Sean, he would always cry in secret because he knew that nobody would console him no matter how hard he cried.

But there is an exception.

Stanley has attended the same kindergarten, primary school, high school, and university with me. We studied and have been working together for more than twenty years. Each time, it seemed as if Stanley would be able to guess where I was hiding while crying my eyes out. In fact, he’d always succeed in locating me.

Then, he’d offer me sweets and bring a puppy along to cheer me up, and I’d stop crying then. He has never changed over the years.

“Here, pat the dog. Just look at our son! Look at how adorable it is!”

Stanley led Judge over to Sean. After Judge had been beaten earlier, its fur had finally grown back, and it was back to its formal handsome self. It stuck its head out for Sean to pat it.

Sean giggled while patting Judge’s head.

“Here, son. Call me daddy!”

Stanley was rubbing the dog’s head.

Judge tried its best. “Woof, woof!”

Stanley pointed at Sean while instructing the dog, “Call him mommy.”

Judge barked again. “Woof, woof!”

Sean burst out laughing while saying, “I am your god daddy!”

Judge barked in response. “Woof, woof!”